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still miss you.
Still grinning, she shut the glass door and turned the deadbolt.
When he didn t walk away, she waved at him then turned her back.
Walking across the street to his car, he wondered how soon was too
soon to ask her to marry him. Another day and half until he saw her again
just might kill him. He wanted her next to him every morning when he
woke up, and every night when he crawled into bed.
But damn, what would her brothers say to that?
Chapter Ten
Sylvia could hear the party was well underway when she and her
brothers, minus Damon who was working tonight, walked up the steps to
Richard s house. Sylvester pushed the doorbell, the door immediately
opened, and there stood Richard looking rumpled and sexy in blue jeans
and a faded blue T-shirt.
Richard greeted Sylvester, Gregory and Steven, who were ahead of
her, but when it was her turn to enter the house, Richard swept her into
his arms and laid a hard kiss on her lips, which made her giggle.
God, I missed you, he murmured in her ear, making her tingle.
They d talked last night on the phone, discussing plans for the café.
When Richard had offered to come pick her up for the party, she d
declined and said she d come with her brothers. He hadn t been happy
with the decision, but he hadn t argued& much.
Something Greg had said kept niggling at the back of her mind.
Greg said a lot of things, but this one seemed to stick, and she wasn t sure
what to do about it. She d slept with Richard on their first date. Every
time they saw each other, until the other day, they wound up in bed, or on
a kitchen counter, or in a shower, having sex. She d asked Richard that
first night if he d still want to see her after they had sex, and he d said
now that he d had her, she d have a hard time getting rid of him or
something like that. But he hadn t professed any feelings stronger than a
sexual attraction.
Now, the question plaguing her was, what if sex was all he
wanted? Sure, the sex was amazing, but she was head over heels in love
with a man who might just be horny.
He finally set her down, but wrapped an arm around her and
pulled her against his side as he shook hands with Harland, Bartholomew,
and Doyle.
There s a game on the big screen through there, he said, pointing
toward the TV room she d glimpsed on one of her visits. We have a few
poker and pool tables set up in the library, and of course the buffet and
bar are in the dining room.
Little more casual this year, Bartholomew commented.
I thought it would be more fun, Richard said with a grin.
Sylvia pointed her finger at Doyle. Stay away from the alcohol.
Yes, ma am, he said solemnly then followed his brothers out of
the foyer.
He get into trouble with some booze? Richard asked, guiding her
toward the dining room, which was big enough to seat a small army. The
monstrous dining table that usually stood center stage had been removed,
replaced by cozy little round tables covered in blue linens with silver
party hats and confetti as centerpieces. Men and women sat at the tables,
or stood mingling near the bar or buffet table. The men she d known most
of her life. The women changed often, though she spotted a few wives and
daughters she recognized.
Hm? Oh, yes, he did. Decided to get into the beer one night.
Did he drink enough to learn a lesson?
She shrugged. I don t think so. He only had two, and I wouldn t
have known if I hadn t cleaned his room and found the cans on his desk.
He swears it was the only time, but I m a little worried.
Richard gave her a squeeze. Kids do that kind of stuff. I sure did.
He walked her up to the bar and ordered her a blended fuzzy navel, easy
on the schnapps. Maybe we can sneak away a little later and have our
own party, he murmured as he handed her the orange-colored drink.
She took a sip but couldn t bring herself to look at him. Those kinds
of comments kind of proved Gregory s point.
Sylvia? he said, lifting her chin. What s wrong?
She shook her head and glanced around the room. I m going to go
visit with some old friends.
His brow furrowed into a frown, but then he kissed her cheek and
said, Okay. I ll be around.
She took her drink and approached a table with women quite a bit
older than she was, wives of men her father had worked with. Hi, mind
if I join you?
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